*NO, this is NOT another “I went to a blog conference and you didn’t” post. Please, don’t leave. Read on…*
I attended my 2nd blog conference this past weekend at the Type A Mom conference in Asheville. Really, I was there for friend visiting with a side order of blog learning. I learned way more about people than about blogs and writing.
What was really discussed? The age-old topic of lady bloggers: cliques.
This is where I cringe and barf in my Coke.
There’s something about that word “clique” that makes me the Angry Awesome. Mommy bloggers People use the word as a derogatory term for people who get along in a group.
In other words, they click.
Why is it that I sit with my friends at lunch? I like them.
Why is it that I sleep in the same bed as my friend? I like her.
Why is it that I talk to my friends on Twitter? I like them.
Why is it that I go see my friends in their panels? I support them.
Why is it that I seek out my friends like a flea on a smelly man’s balls? I LOVE THEM.
I click with them. They get me. I get them. We can laugh at the same things. We know each other’s business, marriage issues, kids’ names, weight, bra size, favorite sexual positions. We get along. We click.
This happens organically. It’s not like I, or we, seek out the most “popular” woman in the room or the ones who will get us the biggest PR contract. We create our friendships over time, over the internet. We only have so many hours in a year to see one another in person. I’m not sorry if it looks like I’m ignoring you. I’m really not. I’m just focused on my best friends.
I/We would welcome any person to talk to me/us. I would hope I would get the same welcoming reaction in any other case where I was the one approaching a group of people.
No, I’m not playing the elitist bitch saying “my group of friends are awesome and you need to come to me before I’ll come to you.” I’m just saying that just because I click with a group of Awesome ladies I call my friends, don’t accuse us of being an elitist bitchy clique.
Call us That Really Cute Group of Ladies Who All Ooze Awesome.
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HEY! I do NOT have fleas!
and great…so ALL your friends know about my junk huh? Crap. I can never show my face again in those circles. I WAS IN THE POOL!
.-= Hockeyman´s last blog ..Customer Service Success =-.
you don’t smell.
usually.
.-= Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]´s last blog ..My friends are better than your friends. Let’s all be friends. =-.
If I was every lucky enough to find myself in a room with you and your awesomesauce friends, I would totally want to dive in the middle in hopes of morphing right in.
.-= pgoodness´s last blog ..Update! =-.
totally would.
What a great post! You think we would be done with cliques and drama in high school, sadly it never seems to end. It’s just moves from the courtyard to the blogosphere…I just wonder why we can’t all bond over a mutual love for our community and friendship.
preach on!
I love all the things you have to say. I can see with the daily chatter that your friends are real friends. That’s not easy to come by. I’ll gladly walk up to your “clan” and introduce myself some day. Because You (the Royal you) are all good people!
of COURSE you could. i’d do the same w/ you.
.-= Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]´s last blog ..My friends are better than your friends. Let’s all be friends. =-.
I dove right into That Really Cute Group of Ladies Who All Ooze Awesome, and I felt totally welcomed. And I was happy to be there. Thanks for making it easy to sneak into your group.
.-= cindy w´s last blog ..Wordless Wednesday: new front yard edition =-.
WOW. What a refreshing post on bloggy friendships. I know what you mean about the word “cliques.” I shudder about this one. Maybe I am all Pollyanna about this but I don’t see why we can’t all empower each other?
.-= JenniferG´s last blog ..Mornings Are From #&@* Anymore! =-.
You were totally ignoring me.
Bitch.
*wink*
I sincerely hope you don’t seek out your friends like a flea on a smelly man’s balls, cos that is just too gross for my liking!
.-= Vic´s last blog ..26 weeks, 3 days/24 weeks 1 day* =-.
You know who complains about cliques? Thoes dorks who are in their own clique.
Can I ooze awesomeness too?
SHE SLEPT WITH ME, SHE SLEPT WITH ME, HA HA HA!!!! (and I totally spooned her)
.-= Secret Agent Mama´s last blog ..The Sound of Sisterhood =-.
I would totally be in your party and all up in your shit.
.-= Aunt Becky´s last blog ..As Awesome As A Paint By Number Purple Sparkly Unicorn Baby Jesus =-.
Gah! Perfect!
I hate the post-conference clique talk. Seriously? None of us knew each other before either. We had to make that walk at one point or another. (We, being anyone who is talking to someone at a conference. How’s that for broad?)
Muah!
.-= Headless Mom´s last blog ..Two =-.